“Sure! But listen, Abe. I’m here. I’ve been here since ten o’clock last night. We’re both here, Abe——”
“Is it fixed up?”
“No, Abe; and I want you to come right now. You understand, Abe——”
“Cut out the Abe every other word,” interrupted the attorney wrathfully. “What are you trying to do to me? Act like you got sense or I’m through!”
“All right. Take it on the run. I’ll let you in. You better not stop to shave; it’s six, now.”
“I’ll be around,” replied the lawyer briefly.
He came in a taxi-cab. Eddie Carter saw him from the front window, went downstairs in his stocking-feet, and let him in.
Climbing the stairs again they came into the living-room without exchanging a word; but here Carter pointed to the closed door of Eris’ bed-room.
“Asleep?” inquired the other, still breathing hard from the ascent.